Chapter 283: Hard Work, Peach Blossom Disaster

I ordered an electric blanket and covered myself with two thin quilts. Wen Nuan covered his head and closed his eyes and whispered that it was cold. Han Qian prepared a cup of hot water. Wen Nuan opened his eyes and took a look. Then he shook his head and whispered that it might be for taking a shower. It was freezing time.

There were only some medicines for bruises and anti-inflammatory drugs at home, which Han Qian had brought back from the hospital. When he was putting on his clothes and going to buy medicine, Wen Nuan grabbed Han Qian's clothes.

"Just get some sleep. I may have caught a cold after being drunk last night. Give me my phone. I'm going to talk to Shici about the Honor Team tomorrow. Try to get the design drawings out before it freezes. Don't delay it until next year." I don’t know how long this delay will last, I’m scared at home.”

Han Qian closed his eyes and sighed, walked downstairs and took his mobile phone. He looked at the girl Mao Mao in bed and Yu Shici sending WeChat messages, and said helplessly.

"When you're not sick, I don't see you working hard, but now you're quite concerned. Go to sleep. I'll contact Yu Shici tomorrow."

Putting down the phone, Nuan Nuan revealed half of her pretty face under the quilt, looked at Han Qian with one eye and whispered.

"When we were drinking yesterday, Yan Qingqing said that you were helping her consolidate her position. Han Qian, please explain to me..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Qian pulled the quilt over Nuan Nuan's head and sighed.

"What do you believe in what she says? I am consolidating my position in Honor, and both Honor and Changxiang have relatively strong financial strength. And if you cooperate with Honor, those guys in your company who rely on their old age and sell themselves off will not be able to come to you. Just go to sleep, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow."

"No, please explain it clearly to me."

Nuan Wen's whole body was under the quilt, and she was holding the quilt weakly. After a while, she became quiet, because she was wrapped in a spring roll and was held in Han Qian's arms as a pillow. When Nuan Nuan woke up in the middle of the night, she found that Han Qian had already After rolling to the other side, the distance between the two was enough to play table tennis.

Wen Nuan angrily picked up a pillow and threw it at Han Qian's back. Han Qian just changed his position and continued sleeping. He was really too sleepy.

Early the next morning, Han Qian got up at around five o'clock, tucked in the quilt for this dishonest girl, and sent a text message to Yu Shici with Nuan Nuan's mobile phone, telling him that Nuan Nuan would not go to work today.

Go downstairs to prepare breakfast, and then go to work.

The bicycle did not come back and he left early. Han Qian jogged to a stop where the bus departed. It was about three kilometers away from Han Qian's home. It was not the final stop, but the bus would leave here if it was available.

After getting on the bus, after just two stops, the bus was already full of people. Half of them were young people, usually older people. I listened to them discuss where the eggs are better than in the supermarket next to their home. It's only 20 cents cheaper, and it will be gone if you go late, or which sister will go to the park to find a dance partner today.

Just because of this little thing, some young people who are anxious to go to work will be squeezed out of the bus?

Han Qian couldn't figure out why he wanted to get a senior citizen card or a respect card. How many elderly people are worthy of respect?

When Han Qian was sighing in his heart, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old man wearing a white tunic suit with confusion. Han Qian frowned.

"Is something wrong?"

The white Chinese tunic suit was snow-white without any wrinkles. His hair was combed back with hairspray and seemed to have been sprayed with a little perfume. He was about fifty or sixty years old and dressed very coquettishly. The coquettish old man looked at Han from the corner of his eye. Qian, waved his hand and said stiffly.

"Make room for me, an old man, to sit down for a while."

"Why?"

Han Qian replied angrily. He was not an old, weak, sick or pregnant person in his position, and there was no rule that he had to give up his position to others. Han Qian's answer made the old man feel that he couldn't get off the stage, and he pointed at Han Qian and frowned. said angrily.

"Why? Why? I'm older than your father. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue."

"My father is not as shameless as you, nor is he as coquettish as you."

Is Han Qian a good thing? I can't say that Han Qian is bad, but he is definitely not a good person. To be precise, he is not a good-tempered person. His sentence "I'm not as cool as you" instantly caused laughter in the second half of the bus.

Not only did he refuse to give up his seat, but he also started to curse. The coquettish old man was a little embarrassed and raised his hand to make a move. Just as he was about to fall, his raised wrist was held by someone, and an old voice sounded in the back half of the carriage.

"Young man, it's a kindness to give up your seat, but it's your duty not to give up your seat. You're still young. If you can stand, just stand. If you can't, wait for the next bus."

The old man who spoke was very tall, with white hair and some age spots on his face. From his voice and face, it could be seen that this old man was much older than this coquettish old man. However, the old man who kept coming off the stage was losing his composure. , shook off the old man's hand and said angrily.

"How old do you have to be to call me young man?"

"You will be ninety after this year. Your father is not older than me, isn't he?"

One thing brings another, Han Qian is not a thing, but he stood up and gave up his seat to this ninety-year-old man. The old man was not polite, he closed his eyes and said softly after sitting down.

"Young people should not be too violent."

Han Qian curled his lips and said nothing. At this time, the charming old man in white Chinese tunic suit ran to the other side and asked someone to give up his seat. This time his target was a little girl, who was a little younger than Han Qian.

The little girl loves to dress up, wearing a relatively fashionable short skirt with leggings. The little girl did not give up her seat to the old man at the first time. Then Han Qian heard the coquettish old man start cursing, why did he dress like a prostitute? The words were so hard to hear that the little girl covered her face and choked softly.

Han Qian couldn't stand it, frowned and cursed.

"Do you think that other girls can't beat you, so you think you can? Have you never been to school or read a book? How can you find the position of the old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant? I don't think you are too old; you are Are there bugs in your head? And don’t you have a father? Why don’t you call me dad and I’ll teach you today what it means to respect the elderly and love the young?

This time someone couldn't help laughing again. Just as the coquettish old man was about to speak, Han Qian spoke again.

"Why are you stumbling and arguing with me? Come on, come on, let me listen to you arguing. I see how you can turn black into white. Is it hurting your young heart by not giving up your seat? Or is it? You said you can’t hook up with the old lady to dance with you today? You are old. If you don’t contribute to society, don’t cause trouble to society. You are quite old. Try scolding me. If you scold me, I will beat you. you."

Everyone on the bus was looking behind him. With so many people watching, the coquettish old man really couldn't keep it in his face. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action. There were too many people in the carriage, and some were trying to break up the fight.

In full view of everyone, Han Qian took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it and took a long puff. The driver saw it through the monitoring screen and shouted.

"The one in the back who lights up..."

"My name is Han Qian, and I was the one who pointed a gun at Feng Lun and fired twice at the scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival Massacre."

The sound was not quiet, and everyone in the car, including the driver, could hear it clearly.

This is a desperado!

"You smoker, open the window..."

Who wants to provoke a madman who dares to fight a murderer to care about such a trivial matter?

The car was quiet, and everyone was walking forward, keeping distance from the guy smoking on the bus. They didn't even want to look at Han Qian. The coquettish old man sat on the ground with a thud, holding his chest. She said her heart hurts and asked someone to call the police.

Unfortunately, no one in the car dared to take out their mobile phones. Han Qian smiled, took a step forward and squatted next to the old man, holding a cigarette in his mouth, took out his mobile phone and dialed the police number.

"Hello, I want to call the police. I'm on the No. 3 bus and someone wants to blackmail me. Oh, by the way, my name is Han Qian!"

Putting down his phone, Han Qian stood up and sighed softly.

"It feels so good to show off."

"puff."

The little girl who was scolded for crying laughed loudly, and the white-haired old man pointed at Han Qian and laughed and cursed.

"Did you vent your anger?"

Han Qian turned around and instantly changed into a different person. He leaned forward, hugged the old man's shoulders and smiled.

"Please tell me my fortune and see if I can become rich."

"A life of hard work and a peach blossom calamity, do you still need to calculate it?"

"Isn't it annoying? You can starve to death by telling fortunes like this."

"I'm ninety."